Topical Writer
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #11,713
Peak in subgenre #1,119
Author
Traffik/VitaL
Rights
2006 X[D]
Uploaded
June 27, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 2:18
Lyrics
[v1 - Traffik]
Im ready to rhyme, and when I grab a pen, ready to scribe
When I kill a track, it`s one that you won`t ever revive
I got that style noone has yet to describe
Adapting to whatever happens to me, set to survive
Lately, I open eyes when I`m shouting the facts
And you believe em cause you know I been around and then back
If you`re astounded with that, then just wait for the rest
I`m not down with the pack no more, no longer take what I get
I`m at the point I gotta make my success
Take the test and hope I pass before I break from the stress
Or cave in my chest, from all the cess smoke and the liquor shots
Like I give a shit or not about a liver spot
Or like I give a flying fuck what you think of me
Cause I aint got no dreams of getting lucky in this industry
I don`t even got a budget - laugh at me
But don`t too many wanna take the mic and touch it after me
[hook x2]
I’ll decide when im gone, u can try to prove me wrong
But I will live on, thru anotha song!
I don’t care whut u say, I’ll survive thru the day
Will I make it? I may, I’m gonna die anyway..
[v2 - VitaL]
I’ll decide when im gone, u can try to prove me wrong
But I will live on, thru anotha song!
Written in my notebook, n I aint talking bout the movie
I aint goin bacc in time, I want someone to pursue me!
Chase me, embrace me, neva will I hate thee
I pray see, even tho u think im crazy
About u, I got over u a long time ago
Sittin in the window thinking where my time would go
I sit bacc - gather my thoughts, fill the page
Till a mixtape comes outtah rage!
I don’t wanna be compared, splitt’n hairs for my share
Of the profit, I’d rather come out my pocket!
Wait a minute, u aint thinking that im gonna sell out
When hell freezes ova, I’m the devil neva fell out!
I come bacc, again n again –
But I don’t got foreva, will I make it till the end?
[hook x2]
[v3]
I clear my brain, ready for anything
Dripp’n down the drain, whut mood will this weather bring?
I gottah go on, grab a mic n perform
Please a crowd, whit nobody singin along
Yeh ive been there before, but who will remember me?
Listen up, here I am – u talking bout a tragedy?
Neva that, I’m always comin bacc
Writin new tracks always meltin down the wax!
[hook x2]
